Peanuts 'N' Pepsi
I just got back from my friend's Birthday party. I missed part of it because by the time I got out of church, I was overcome by a need for sleep. A nap was not optional; it was going to happen whether I liked it or not. Weird? Truly!
One of the holdovers from my 1988 brain injury in which I sustained a basilar skull fracture and brain stem injury is that certain things like the need for sleep, food, water, etc. overwhelm me without warning and I MUST respond to them fairly quickly. I didn't connect this to brain injury until Dr. Larry Schutz explained that those things were classic symptoms of the injury I suffered then.
I always carry food in my care and usually something to drink. I am accustomed to having to pull off the road or quit what I am doing at home, etc. to sleep a while. So today's need for a nap was not unusual at all, but it made me late and I missed the outing to the Audubon Society with the birthday group.
The party was to include dinner at Buca di Becco, so drove on over, backed into a spot and took another nap. I awakened as a fire truck parked in front of me. My first though was to wonder if someone had called them thinking I had died in my car. Okay, I know that was silly, but I am only firing on one or two cylinders when I wake up.
The restaurant had had a small fire and would not be able to honor our reservation. They graciously called Olive Garden and made reservations for our party of ten and even paid $50 toward our tab. Nice!
I had never met the other ladies at the party. They were all friends Sasha had known for several years. Delightful women every one! In the conversation one lady, Lisa, said her first memory was of a lady named Iona who poured peanuts in her Pepsi and who was married to a Navy man. Turns out we lived in the same place at the same time and I had a friend with her mother's name who was petite and had a New England accent... just like her mother! There is little doubt I am the woman Lisa remembered. We were both intrigued with that... all these years. Amazing.
I'm sure Lisa and I will get to know one another better... Wonder what God has in mind bringing is together with such an unusual connection...?
One of the holdovers from my 1988 brain injury in which I sustained a basilar skull fracture and brain stem injury is that certain things like the need for sleep, food, water, etc. overwhelm me without warning and I MUST respond to them fairly quickly. I didn't connect this to brain injury until Dr. Larry Schutz explained that those things were classic symptoms of the injury I suffered then.
I always carry food in my care and usually something to drink. I am accustomed to having to pull off the road or quit what I am doing at home, etc. to sleep a while. So today's need for a nap was not unusual at all, but it made me late and I missed the outing to the Audubon Society with the birthday group.
The party was to include dinner at Buca di Becco, so drove on over, backed into a spot and took another nap. I awakened as a fire truck parked in front of me. My first though was to wonder if someone had called them thinking I had died in my car. Okay, I know that was silly, but I am only firing on one or two cylinders when I wake up.
The restaurant had had a small fire and would not be able to honor our reservation. They graciously called Olive Garden and made reservations for our party of ten and even paid $50 toward our tab. Nice!
I had never met the other ladies at the party. They were all friends Sasha had known for several years. Delightful women every one! In the conversation one lady, Lisa, said her first memory was of a lady named Iona who poured peanuts in her Pepsi and who was married to a Navy man. Turns out we lived in the same place at the same time and I had a friend with her mother's name who was petite and had a New England accent... just like her mother! There is little doubt I am the woman Lisa remembered. We were both intrigued with that... all these years. Amazing.
I'm sure Lisa and I will get to know one another better... Wonder what God has in mind bringing is together with such an unusual connection...?
1 Comments:
I grew up with peanuts in my Coca Cola. Rob thinks it is disgusting, but I still love it!
How wild that you would meet Lisa after all this time!!! Isn't God amazing....? This should be a great deal of fun.
Blessings, beloved friend!
Jerri
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